Some blocks along he caught sight, through the fog, of a familiar back, a little in advance, and the automatic walk accelerated to an automatic dog-trot.
“Stella!” He was grinning all over with welcome.
She raised her head abruptly5 and returned his greeting, with just that degree of impatience6 which is likely to accompany a rebound7 from startled solitude8.
“What are you doing ’way down here at such a time of night?”
She told him, a bit curtly9, of her visit to Elsa. Ordinarily she would have taken a car uptown from the ferry terminus, but today it had occurred to her that exercise might tend a little to relieve her sense of depressing futility10. So far as he was concerned, it had been a most happy decision.
They walked on together, talking of immediate11 things, or not talking at all; and he kept sliding his admiring eyes round for brief surveys of the fair face he could never seem to keep vividly12 in his mind. It rather exasperated13 Stella to be looked at this way. She might, she thought, almost as well be an article in any one of the shop windows they were passing. At length she demanded:
“Is something the matter with my hat?”
“No, indeed! I like it very much, Stella.”
She sighed sharply.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“You seem rather mad. Anything up?”
She shook her head, and there followed a space of silence, during which she was conscious, as never hitherto, of her companion’s imperfections. It couldn’t be denied—the engagement was dragging. There wasn’t even a ring. They had decided14 for the present to call themselves engaged and save the money a ring would cost. Today, however, she eyed her vacant finger scornfully, and remembered with a turbulent pang15 how Elsa had whispered her own forthcoming engagement; what a romantic, exciting engagement it promised to be; such a propitious16 beginning!
“Well,” she sighed at length, rebelling against so wooden a silence, “anything new at the store today?”
“No,” Jerome laughed shortly.
“Doesn’t anything ever happen there?”
“No.” He laughed again. And she was thinking: “What a stupid conversation!” Stella sometimes had sparkling enough conversations with persons her mind conjured17 to flashes of fragmentary tête-à-tête, though they might not, it is perhaps true, stand up under a test of modern psychology18. “Don’t you ever think of getting into something else?” she demanded.
“Oh, I’ve thought of plenty of things I’d like to do, but”—he drew a fine distinction—“this seems to be about the only thing I really know how to do.”
“Because you’ve never tried.”
“Well, what would you like to have me try?”
“Isn’t there anything you’d like to try yourself?” She lifted her head impetuously. “If I were a man I think I’d discover something besides being a clerk in a ship supply store!”
She was really scolding him now, though she hadn’t meant to speak with quite such driving scorn. It was a day when everything grated, nothing went well; a day when blouse strings19 knotted and buttons flew off; a day aggravated20 by everything and everybody. By this time her mood of revolt was poignant21 indeed. Jerome looked at her in mild, inquisitive22 amazement23.
Stella was groping. She saw herself deep in a mire24 of eventlessness and humdrum25, and longed to reach out after the dazzling things in life—romance, excitement, the luxury of gay, brilliant contacts. In her heart rose a blind little cry of opaque26 desire.
Abruptly, right at her elbow, a door slammed. She started quite violently and turned, in time to behold27 an arrestingly handsome man emerging from a railroad and steamship28 travel bureau, his hand full of bright-coloured tourist pamphlets.
Her glance was hurried and thrilled. But a tiny miracle was to happen. A moment later the handsome man came running up behind her, with quick chivalrous29 steps.
“Pardon me,” he requested, raising his hat in an almost lavish30 way; and she saw that he was handing her a pattern page from her fashion magazine, which she had detached on the ferry boat and thrust in loosely. It had fallen to the sidewalk just as she was passing the travel bureau.
“Oh—thank you so much!” she fluttered, flushing with vague excitement.
The stranger, smiling with an ample bewitchment, restored her property, lifted his fashionable hat again, and strolled[17] into oblivion. Her last searching glance discovered a single fresh violet in his buttonhole.
“That was a stroke of luck!” Jerome observed in his calm, automatic manner. “You don’t often get back things you lose in a crowd.”
Stella, though she beheld31 in what had just occurred a sly stroke of irony32 in that the chivalrous act should have fallen to another than Jerome, made no immediate reply. Indeed, for the moment her mind surged richly with excited imaginings. It was like the beginning of a romance! “I was just wishing,” she mused33, still flushed. “Then a door slammed—as though fate had been listening all the time, and then....” Yes, she liked to view life in terms of indefinite grandiloquence34. Still, it had all ended there. The handsome stranger, who might be a prince setting out on some fabulous35 tour of the universe, had quickly disappeared. She would never see him again.
Once more the fog settled about her. Life slumped36. She felt more dismally37 hemmed38 in than ever.
Jerome cheerfully broke the silence with easy commonplaces, to which she responded moodily39 if at all. Each time a space of stillness came between them, Stella was reminded in a curious, haunting way, of the silence of that long wait in the Utterbourne drawing room, where there had seemed something ominous40 or impending41, invisible yet more palpable, too, than mere42 fancy.
At length Jerome fell taciturn also; and it was then that the girl reëstablished the theme which the episode of the fashion page had broken.
“Don’t you ever have a feeling,” she wearily insisted, “you ought to be getting more out of life?”
This time his laugh was slightly constrained43. “I’ve thought of cutting quite a figure in the world some day. How do I know but I still may? You never can tell.”
“You certainly won’t unless you make up your mind to!”
“Oh say!” he protested, his masculine dignity beginning to[18] feel menaced. “Why do you want to jump on me all of a sudden? I guess I’m no worse off, at least, than I was a year ago.”
“Well,” he replied easily and a trifle coolly, “I lay a whole lot of plans I don’t always discuss, because I prefer to wait till I’m ready to spring something definite.”
Their voices were taking on a sharper quality as they carried their lovers’ quarrel through the home-rush of the ignoring fog-choked city.
“Anything’s better than submitting! I must say I’d admire you more if you didn’t just take what’s handed out.”
“You would?”
His reply was indeed provoking. “Where to?”
“Almost any place would be better than where we are!”
It was beginning to get under his skin. He smarted, looking straight before him as he walked. “Oh, I think I might be a little worse off. Oaks-Ferguson is a good old house.”
She gestured blindly with the fashion magazine. “It isn’t so much just money. It’s settling down right here in one spot for the rest of our lives!” And at length, since he made no reply, she sighed angrily and stopped. “I’m tired. I guess I’ll wait at this corner for a car.”
He paused moodily beside her, and she turned on him with a heavy look in which there seemed no glint now of affection. “Don’t bother to wait. I know you always walk.”
“You mean you’d rather go the rest of the way without me?” She stood with pressed lips, staring gloomily down the street. Finally he continued: “If so, all you’ve got to do is say the word.”
She was witheringly thinking: “It oughtn’t to be necessary.” As a matter of fact, she hadn’t really intended bringing about such a situation; yet even now, as she had it in her heart to speak more gently, words of greater harshness rose perversely47.
“We don’t seem to be getting anywhere with each other, Jerome.”
He addressed the ground: “You mean you’re tired of me for good?”
His very directness irritated her. “I’m certainly tired of the way we just drag along.”
“Well,” he said at last, speaking with an emotion which, while genuine enough, also seemed to him rather pleasurably smacking48 of the heroic, “if you can do better without me, all I can say is you better try. Nothing I do seems to suit you.” And, in his aroused mood of masculine ire, Jerome found it expedient49 to add: “It’s my private opinion you don’t exactly know what you do want.”
The thrust was so palpably true, in a sense, that the girl abandoned her last scruple50 of lingering reserve. “I guess it’s high time we broke off our engagement!”
Her car arrived and she stepped aboard, while Jerome turned and marched off without a word.
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futility
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conjured
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psychology
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poignant
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